Hunter Michael Rudd
Hunter Michael Rudd
July 12, 2001 – November 18, 2023
Forever Riding Fearless and Free
John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
Hunter embodied this particular scripture. With careful preparation, through watching endless videos of motorcycle accidents to learn how to navigate through them, his instincts and his love for his girlfriend Cloey kicked in. In the face of an imminent collision with a truck turning into his path, he maneuvered his Yamaha so that he would take the full brunt of the crash and spared his precious Cloey the impact. Greater love has no one than this…
Hunter was wild, fearless, and spontaneous from the moment he was born. He was always going to do what he wanted to do and what made him happy – even with the voice of reason in his ear. He pushed boundaries and lived wild and free, but he was so incredibly passionate and loved even harder. His personality and interests were abstract which only made him more loveable. He embodied authenticity.
Hunter had a love for nature and the outdoors. He went to the wilderness of East Texas to decompress, recharge, walk the creek, hunt deer, and “act like fools” with his best friend Avery. Out there in the woods, he had aspirations to become a cowboy, despite not having any experience or horses. So much so, that he and Avery sometimes held out to people that they were, indeed, cowboys. They rode on those Steel Horses of theirs, though, and listened to old and new country music – from George Strait, David Allen Coe and Johnny Cash to Cody Jinx and Tracy Lawrence and everyone in between… Hunter’s playlist was as eclectic and diverse as they come and also included indie rock – like Gothboiclique and Wicca Phase Springs Eternal.
He was not one to raise his voice, and had a great sense of humor. His jokes were silly, and often so crappy a person couldn’t help but laugh. His smile could light up a room. And sometimes, he’d smile at you, and hold it until you both cracked up. If anyone needed anything, Hunter would be there. He always showed up – even if it was just for a moment to say hello.
Hunter was happier and more in tune with himself than ever before when his girlfriend Cloey entered his life. She was the love of his life, and they were perfect for one another. They enjoyed their time together with long walks on the beach, listening to music, cruising around on his motorcycle, and hanging out with each other’s families.
Hunter loved his family, his friends, tattoos, and of course, his motorcycle and the freedom it gave him. His tattoos were deeply personal and represented both his struggles and his strengths. His pastimes included building Lego sets and playing video games – and he was particularly fond of beachcombing and collecting bones and other oddities. He didn’t like flashy clothes and was obsessed with searching for unique items at Goodwill. He took a lot of pleasure from cooking and grilling, and his favorite foods were as diverse as he was. To name a few – steaks, Rice Krispie treats, 20-piece McNuggets, Orange Fanta (no ice) and Dr. Pepper.
Despite never being a “car person” he was a hard worker who really liked his job driving Cadillacs for the dealership. He loved all animals, but most especially his rottweiler Cucuy and his “mischievous as hell” black and white cat, Peep.
Son, Brother, Grandson, Best Friend
Survived by – Parents James & Jennifer Stoehr, Father Christopher Rudd
Sister/Brother-in-law – Sydney Rudd & Brian Wilson
Brothers – Logan and Silas Stoehr
Grandparents – Rebecca “Angel” Hamlett and Jeff Roy, Timothy and Joann Stoehr, late Grandfather Michael T. Rudd, Brenda and Lon Carlton, Samuel and Debra Hamlett.
Memorial Service information – November 27, 2023 at 2pm
Crowder Funeral Home
111 W Medical Center Blvd
Webster, Tx 77586
In lieu of flowers, please consider donating to our Cloey girl in memory of our baby boy. She has a very, very long road to recovery with no medical insurance and we need the best possible care for her.
“To live in the hearts we leave behind, is not to die…” (Thomas Campbell)
Hunter left this world doing what he loved, with the people he loved. For that his family is grateful. His grandma “Angel” had blessed his bike before he left that night, and just perhaps that blessing gave Hunter the quick-thinking skills to react in the way that he did. His beautiful smile, his big heart, his headstrong yet humble nature, and his fearless spirit will live on in the hearts and minds of his family, friends and loved ones.
May Hunter’s name forever be a blessing to all who say it.
Hunter Michael Rudd
July 12, 2001 – November 18, 2023
Forever Riding Fearless and Free
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming Wow! What a Ride!”- Hunter S. Thompson
I did not know Hunter or his family. I only “happened upon” this when reading the paper. I don’t pretend to know a bit of the pain that his loved ones are dealing with so I won’t pretend that I do. What I DO KNOW is that his family and friends so obviously loved him. Reading about him it is easy to understand why. His face and eyes show the vitality and innoncence of a young man with the world on a string. I pray that his family and friends know he is still with them and will be forever…in spirit, in memory, in laughter, in joy, and even in sadness. They will all be reunited in a time and place much better than this broken world. God created a young man and now that young man has been promoted to an angel. God bless Hunter and all his family and friends.